Chapter 20Hazel
20
Hazel
I watch Vlad’s car pull up. My heart is in my throat and my stomach is jumping with excitement and nerves. The sound of the garage door opening catapults me in that direction.
I rush to the door when I hear David open it, gliding across the room, wanting to jump into his arms and let him swaddle me with a current of tingles. I’m desperate to feel his hard body pressed against mine, protecting me.
He stands there at the threshold, looking uncertain, a shadow over his eyes and on his stubbled face. The angles of his jaw and cheekbones are sharp and steady. He looks like he’s been through hell.
I don’t care. He still looks gorgeous, making me weak as always.
I don’t waste time. I’ve already wasted enough of it. It’s time for action. Before he can say a single word, I spring into his arms and rope my arms around his neck.
I draw him to me. His eyes are startled, but he leans in, receptive to my mouth that crashes into his.
His stubble tickles my lips. His hands tunnel through my hair. He lets out a desperate noise. The frenzy of his tongue sliding into mine makes me shiver with arousal. We don’t speak at first. It’s just breathless, urgent kisses, the sound of kissing, sighs, moans.
Our lips are glued together. His body fuses with mine. He makes another groan of longing. My heart patters against my ribs. His fingertips brush down my arms, sending tingles scurrying across my skin.
Every kiss is more urgent and sensual than the one before it, sending a current of heat pulsing through my veins. A throb begins to stir between my legs, an aching of need that sends me spiraling.
But I need to focus.
I unhinge his lips from mine, panting hard. His lips are red from being locked with mine. We’re both breathing as if we just sprinted. His eyes are gleaming, wild and fierce.
“I need to tell you something,” I breath out.
David leans in again, like his mouth is a magnet to mine. His fingers twine with mine. “I want you,” he groans.
“I’m so sorry for the way I treated you.” I try to pull him off me again, but he just tugs me harder toward him.
“You don’t need to be sorry. I put you in danger. I will never make that mistake again.” His voice is a low rumble against my ear.
“I want to be with you.” I sigh against his lips. “I missed you so much.”
“I thought about you every second we were apart,” he murmurs against my neck.
“Me too.” I rake my hands across his shoulders.
“Why aren’t you naked yet?” He’s getting impatient. His kisses are becoming more possessive.
“I need to tell you something,” I say weakly, but he has me under his spell.
“Let’s never be apart again,” He whispers.
“I’d like that.” I moan as his lips scatter kisses against my neck. He’s sensual and tender one minute, then possessive and urgent the next. I’m addicted to it.
He devours me in kisses again, until I can’t breathe. I’m swirling through the pleasure, completely lost in it.
“I’m craving you so bad, baby,” he groans against my lips. “Let me fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I moan. “But I need to tell you something first.”
“Tell me you want me,” he says. “Tell me what you want me to do to your sexy body.”
My heart hammers through my eardrums. “David, please.”
He nips at my collarbone with his teeth. “I need to touch you. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
David lifts me by my hips and carries me to the bedroom, giving me greedy kisses all the way. He stops when he gets to the bed. He carefully puts me down and points to the box sitting in the center of the mattress. “What’s this?”
I clasp my hands together and sway in place, grinning, still reeling from the heat of the make-out session.
“This is what I need to tell you.” I glance at the box that I’ve wrapped in polka dot wrapping paper.
“A present?” His eyes widen.
I shift, my stomach a ball of jitters. “Well, I hope you will consider it a present.”
While Vlad was staying here with me, I asked him about David’s avid record collection. I looked through all the records he has on his shelf, and admired the way he has it set up, and how expensive and elegant his record player is.
I asked Vlad about David’s favorite music, and the Russian artists he listens to the most. Vlad helped me pick out the perfect gift.
I lift it off the bed. “For you.”
David takes it, curiosity etching his features, studying me as he carefully tears at the edges of the paper.
His eyes widen when he opens the box. He slowly lifts out a white baby onesie with his favorite Russian rock star’s emblem on it.
“What is this?” He’s half laughing, half shaking his head.
I take his hand and squeeze it. “This is what I needed to tell you. I’m pregnant.”
“You’re… pregnant ?” He eyes me with shock on his face, a smile curving his mouth. “Really?”
I nod, tears pooling in my eyes. “Yes. I found out a few days ago. I asked Vlad about your favorite band, and he had this put on a baby onesie for you. Our baby can wear it.”
He looks at the onesie again, his mouth hanging open. His eyes are red and wet. “This…this is the most amazing gift anyone has ever given me.”
My heart does a leap of relief. “It is?”
David picks me up and spins me around. We’re laughing and kissing, our tears mixing. It’s euphoric, it’s chaotic, it’s pure heaven.
“I’m thrilled, baby. I’m going to be a father!” He exclaims.
“I can’t think of any better man to raise a child with.” I give him a giddy smile as he holds me.
He brushes the tears from my cheeks with his knuckle, a spark of excitement making his face glow.
“I hope our baby has your gray eyes,” I tell him.
He crashes his lips into mine again. There I go again, dizzy with desire at his touch. I’m ready to surrender my body to him.
“I hope she is as beautiful and smart as you,” he says.
“She?” I arch an eyebrow. “You’re already making guesses?”
“Why not? I can spoil her, just like her queen mother.” His laughter is music to my ears. This is the best reaction to a pregnancy I could ever hope for.
I press my forehead to his. He’s gazing at me as if he’s torn between wanting to make gentle love to me or bend me over and break me in half. I crave both.
“I know it’s been hard for you to restrain yourself.” I stroke his cheek. “Thank you.”
“It was worth it for this,” he says. “Besides. I can have you forever, now.”
“As much as you like, baby,” I promise him.
“Us together, no matter what. Nothing can come between us,” he adds.
“If we could make it through the hell of the past month, we can do anything,” I note.
“I had a lot of time to think in jail about what I wanted, what matters most to me. It’s not a coincidence that you were the focus of everything that went through my brain during that time,” He sets me down on the bed and kneels before me. He strokes my thighs with the tips of his fingers, making me melty with desire.
My hands travel through his hair. It’s a surreal moment. We’re basking in each other’s presence, staring deep into each other’s eyes. There’s a rushing sensation through my ears, traveling across my body.
“Your face was the first thing I saw every morning in my mind. And the last image I saw before I fell asleep every night,” I tell him.
He straightens so we’re eye level. His face hovers next to mine. His eyes burn into me, like he’s engraving a part of himself into my soul. His lips are so close to mine that they start to sizzle with anticipation.
A surge of adrenaline claims me as David collides his mouth into me, his greedy hands wandering up my thighs.
This is the way it’s supposed to be. Human connection was what was missing the whole time, and now I’m finding it in the heat of David’s touch.
Now there is life inside me, a work of art that David and I created together. I know with every beat of my heart, with the tangle of our limbs, with the rush of breath and fingertips grazing skin, it’s just the first of many beautiful creations he and I will experience together.
I took a leap of faith and followed my heart, and I’m getting rewarded for it in every kiss and caress he gives me.
Me and David. It’s us against the world.